The silly concubine said: close the door and let the prince go

Chapter 107 A Coffin ([-])
"Reporting to the third prince, my lord, the lord is still unwilling to say..." A guard suddenly came up behind him and bowed his head.

"What!" Jun Yi raised his hand and patted the wooden chair and said angrily.

"Third Prince, look at this, this..." The man on the ground obviously asked with some fear.

"Continue to interrogate! Don't have reservations about a fool, I will try my best to force him to speak up!" Jun Yi said with his cold pupils wide open and clenched his fists.

"This..." The person on the ground with his head down hesitated.

He is still a prince after all!

How dare these little people do whatever they want.

"Third prince, after all, the prince is also your uncle, so I'm afraid it's inappropriate to do this?" Sir Qing, who was sitting on another wooden chair beside Jun Yi, flipped the teacup in his hand and raised his eyebrows.

"What are you afraid of? Now my father is sick in bed, and the uncle has no power and power, and his mind is still stupid," Jun Yi said with a sinister smile, "If my prince doesn't seize this opportunity, wouldn't it be a waste? "

Lord Qing stopped what he was doing, laughed loudly and said, "Third Prince, you still know how to seize the moment!"

Jun Yi sneered and picked up the teacup on the table and remained silent.

Lord Qing glanced at him, quickly pointed to the people on the ground and said: "Didn't you hear me? Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and settle the matter! Don't show mercy, you should know what to do, right?"

The people who bowed their heads on the ground hurriedly nodded and responded, "Yes, yes, I will go to torture to extract a confession for the humble."

After all, the man staggered and ran out quickly, leaving only Jun Yi and Lord Qing in the shady hall in an instant.

"Third prince, all the evidence of the prince's murder case was burned away by the fire, and the concubine came to make trouble every three days. It is not appropriate for our Dali Temple to detain the prince like this. After a long time, I'm afraid..." Lord Qing touched Chin said meaningfully.

Jun Yi sneered, put down the teacup in his hand and said calmly: "Isn't it just a few days of detention, what are you anxious about, Sir Qing? When the prince asks what the prince wants, he will be released immediately."

"This……"

"It's not good! My lord, it's not good!"

"My lord! Something has happened!!"

Suddenly, someone outside the hall yelled loudly and hurriedly ran to the two of them and knelt down with a plop.

"What happened?" Lord Qing looked impatiently at the guard who ran back again.

"Third prince, my lord, it's not good, something happened in the cell!"

cell?

Uncle?

"Say!" Jun Yi said coldly with his half-drooped eyelashes and propped his head on his hands.

"The concubine broke into the prince's cell and said she wanted to take the prince back to the mansion. The younger ones disagreed, so the concubine seriously injured several guards and planned to rob the prison!"

"What?" Lord Qing stood up and said in surprise, "It's fine for the princess to come to Dali Temple every three days to make trouble, but now she's going to directly rob the prison!? It's the other way around!"

"My lord, what should I do?" The man on the ground frowned and asked.

"Third Prince, look at this..." Lord Qing turned around and looked at Jun Yi who was holding the teacup.

His thin lips curved slightly to the sides, revealing a scornful smile, "Let's go!"

After finishing speaking, he stood up, flicked his long sleeves and stepped out of the hall.

He wants to see what kind of tricks Shen Qiaoyan wants to play.

Looking at Jun Yi's back, Master Qing sighed helplessly and hurriedly followed.

The afternoon sun was bright and dazzling, and a rare warm wind blew in from outside the hall, blowing away the hot air from the tea on the table.

(End of this chapter)